Sometimes, before the story begins, you need to know what’s burning inside a character.
For Jo, it’s this.

Embers

After everything I’ve been through,

I shouldn’t believe in hope,

In love,

In happiness.

Somehow there’s still a small spark,

That’s still glowing,

Holding onto hope.

It’s like an ember.

At the end,

It’s burnt down,

Charred,

Scarred,

But it can still catch,

And create a new flame.

The flame can rise up,

And give new life to a fire.

To guide the way,

Or to keep warm,

Those that gather round,

To enjoy it’s simple pleasure.

-TB